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THE REPORT OF REINHOLD SCHMIDT 




























FOREWORD 


The "Flying Saucer Flap" of last November stole the "show" 
publicity-wise by a matter of hours of the launching of Muttnik, the 
second Russian satellite. 

Reports poured in of stalled autos and sightings of mysterious 
objects from Levelland, Texas; Elmwood Park, Illinois; Casper, Wyoming; 
New Mexico; Louisiana; etc. 

Biggest of all stories was the Kearney incident, where a grain buyer 
by the name of Re inhold Schmidt reported having boarded a mysterious 
"ship" for thirty minutes and having talked to its occupants the afternoon of 
November 5, 

At first he was supported in his report by local officials. A little 
later denounced. Then he landed in a mental institution. Many folks have 
wondered what really happened in the first place, and what has happened to 
Mr. Schmidt since then. 

Here is R. O. Schmidt's own version of what happened to him that 
eventful day of November 5 and thereafter. 

Schmidt, of course, had no idea of what he was getting into when he 
stumbled upon the "balloon. " 

"I didn't believe, I didn't disbelieve, " Smitty reports regarding his 
earlier knowledge of "saucers" or spaceships, "But they sure made a 
believer out of me!" 

You will live with Smitty as he weaves in and out of his spaceship 
adventures. Perhaps you will laugh and cry and wonder with him too. 

And so, - for your information and reading pleasure - 
THE KEARNEY INCIDENT -- UP TO NOW -- 


Anna E. Keppy, Editor, Lecture 
Tour Assistant, and Member of the 
Kearney Investigation Team 






THE REPORT OF REINHOLD SCHMIDT 



FOREWORD 


The "Flying Saucer Flap" of last November stole the "show" 
publicity-wise by a matter of hours of the launching of Muttnik, the 
second Russian satellite. 

Reports poured in of stalled autos and sightings of mysterious 
objects from Levelland, Texas; Elmwood Park, Illinois; Casper, Wyoming; 
New Mexico; Louisiana; etc. 

Biggest of all stories was the Kearney incident, where a grain buyer 
by the name of Re inhold Schmidt reported having boarded a mysterious 
"ship" for thirty minutes and having talked to its occupants the afternoon of 
November 5, 

At first he was supported in his report by local officials, A little 
later denounced. Then he landed in a mental institution. Many folks have 
wondered what really happened in the first place, and what has happened to 
Mr, Schmidt since then. 

Here is R, O. Schmidt's own version of what happened to him that 
eventful day of November 5 and thereafter. 

Schmidt, of course, had no idea of what he was getting into when he 
stumbled upon the "balloon. " 

"I didn't believe, I didn't disbelieve, " Smitty reports regarding his 
earlier knowledge of "saucers" or spaceships, "But they sure made a 
believer out of me!" 

You will live with Smitty as he weaves in and out of his spaceship 
adventures. Perhaps you will laugh and cry and wonder with him too. 

And so, - for your information and reading pleasure - 
THE KEARNEY INCIDENT -- UP TO NOW -- 


Anna E. Keppy, Editor, Lecture 
Tour Assistant, and Member of the 
Kearney Investigation Team 



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SCHMIDT IS TAKEN BY SURPRISE 


My name is Reinhold O. Schmidt. I am a grain buyer from California. On 
October 25, 1957, I was transferred from Arizona to Kearney, Nebraska, by my 
employer, a firm of Brawley, California. At other times of the year I buy grain 
for another company of Los Angeles, California. In leaving Arizona, I left a fore¬ 
man in charge of my corn picking and shelling operations at Willcox, Arizona. I 
was using three Minneapolis-Moline picker shellers there which I had purchased on 
contract. 

The afternoon of November 5, a dark and misty day, I was inspecting some 
fields of milo and corn that I had bought, and some that I planned to buy. I was 
four miles south, and a mile east of Kearney, when I turned to the left on a river 
road to inspect a large field of milo. After looking it over, at about 2;30 P. M, , I 
drove to an abandoned farm home to turn around. Just as I was about to turn into 
the drive, I noticed a large bright flash about a quarter of a mile ahead of me. I 
figured somebody was blasting trees - although I heard no report - and instead of 
turning around I decided to drive ahead and see what was going on. 

I drove toward the river bank and when I was within approximately 100 feet 
of it, my car stopped. I turned the switch off and on several times, and stepped on 
the starter, but it was completely dead. I wondered if the rough road had jiggled 
some of the wires loose. When I looked up I saw what appeared to me to be a large 
half-inflated balloon. I got out of the car and walked toward it; coming around a 
clump of willows and tall grass I got a better look at it and I realized it wasn't a 
balloon, but a large silvery ship of some kind of metal that looked like polished 
steel or aluminum. 

When I was about 30 feet from the ship a pencil-like stream of light shot out 
from the ship and hit me across my upper chest, I don't know whether I was scared 
stiff or paralyzed by the ray of light, but anyway I couldn't walk or move my arms. 
Then a door slid open in the ship and two men came out toward me. They asked if I 
was armed; I said, "No, " but they frisked me anyway. However, they didn't take 
anything from me. By this time I could move again. I asked them what they were 
doing there, what kind of ship this was, and where they were from. They said they 
couldn't tell me that at this time, I asked if I could come closer to see the ship. 

They said, "Yes, " - for they couldn't leave for a few minutes anyway, and I was in¬ 
vited to come aboard. Inside, the leader said I could look around, but not to touch 
anything. 

From the outside, this ship appeared to be a solid piece of metal without 
portholes or windows. The only opening I could see was the doorway we entered. 
Inside, it was entirely different; the walls looked more like glass, and I judged them 
to be a foot thick, but you could look right through them ! You could look up and see 
the sky, look down and see the weeds and brush - look out and see the trees and the 
entire countryside! 



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There were four men and two ladies inside the ship. The men were dressed 
in street clothes, approximately 5' 8" tall, weighing about 170 pounds; the two ladies 
appeared to be about the same height, weighing about 120 - 130 pounds, and I guess¬ 
ed their ages to be about 40, Their complexions were rather dark, about like a sun 
tan. The ladies were brunettes and wore light colored blouses and dark skirts, and 
medium heeled shoes. 

The two ladies sat behind a large desk at one end of the ship all the while I 
was inside. On the center of their desk was a large instrument which looked like a ; 
T-V set. Also at this end of the ship there were four columns of colored liquid - 
red, green, blue and orange. These tubes were approximately 4-1/2 feet high and 
6 inches in diameter. The liquid was slowly moving up and down like pistons in an 
automobile. The girls seemed to be watching these tubes very closely. 

The other three men worked on the instrument panel. This panel covered one 
side of the large center room and seemed to be filled with clocks, dials, buttons and 
switches. In the center of the panel was another large screen of some sort. It, too, 
looked much like our T-V screen, but it was not operating while I was there. I saw 
one of the men clip off some short wires. I looked over the panel for identification 
of the instruments. I thought I might be able to see where they had been manufactur¬ 
ed. There was no lettering of any kind either on the inside or the outside of the ship, 
but I did see some regular and Roman numerals on the instrument panel. 

Later, I estimated that this large room in the center of the ship must have 
been about 50 feet long and 30 feet wide and about 14 feet high. At each end of the 
ship were rooms approximately 25 feet long which I was not permitted to enter. But 
when I looked down at the ship from the river bank and up at it when it took off, I 
could see a large tube about 12 feet in diameter in each end of the ship. In each of 
these tubes was a large 8 to 10 bladed fan. What these fans were used for, I don't 
know; I didn't notice any breeze or dust caused by them on the take-off. 

Another thing about the ship that fascinated me was the way the occupants 
would glide instead of walk across the floor when they stepped back from the instru¬ 
ment panels ! Although it worked like an escalator I couldn't see anything move, and 
when I tried it, it didn't work for me. I wondered if they had something special on 
their shoes. 

All of the occupants of the ship greeted me and bid me farewell. In leaving, 
they said, "We will see you again. " (Little did I realize that they meant what they 
said!) Other than that, the one man did all the talking. And by the way, this man 
looked and talked just like a man that was watching T-V with me in the hotel lobby 
the night before. On the ship he said, "Tell your people we know that they have seen 
this ship before and they will see it again. " 

He also asked me if I knew anything about the U, S. satellite program. I said 
I did not. Then he said, "Yes, they're planning to send some up, but the first two 
will never leave the ground and the third one will go up, but won't send back much 
data. " 



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This prophecy has since proved itself* 

They all spoke to me in the English language with what seemed to me to be a 
German accent. Among themselves they talked high German which I could under¬ 
stand as I graduated from a school where they spoke and taught German as well as 
English, and I was able to speak, read and write German at that time. I can still 
understand it and speak it fairly well. 

After being inside the ship about 30 minutes, one man said to the other, Vv ir 
sind fertig. 11 Translated, this means, M We are finished. n So the leader told me, 
"You will have to leave now, M I was glad to hear this, for I wondered if I would ever 
get off that ship again. 

When I stepped off the stairs onto the ground the motor started. It sounded 
like a large electi’ical motor to me, and the more momentum it picked up, the 
quieter it got. It ran for about 12 seconds and then the ship took off straight up into 
the air. Approximately 12 feet off the ground the entire ship turned a pitch black; 
when it was about 100 feet in the air it turned to a bluish green. Then it headed 
southwest - there was a brilliant flash - and the ship disappeared before my very 
eyes! I estimated the ceiling of the clouds that day to be only about 800 feet, but the 
ship disappeared long before it hit the ceiling- I judged at about 150 feet from the 
ground. It was reported to me later by a county official that it had stalled a tractor, 
two cars and a large truck that were beneath its path. 

While aboard the ship I was told not to start my car until they were out of 
sight as it wouldn’t start anyway. This was the first time I knew that the ship had 
stopped my automobile. After the ship disappeared (about 3:15 P, M, ) I went back to 
my car - now it started - I turned it around and started for Kearney. 

Then the impact of the experience really hit me, and I was so shaken I had to 
stop the car and pull myself together. 


SCHMIDT WONDERS WHAT TO DO 

I debated whether to report my experience or not. I was afraid if the report 
of the ship got out, people wouldn’t believe it and I might lose my job. Then I re¬ 
membered hearing over radio and T-V that the government wanted skywatchers and 
that they were to report any unidentified objects in the skies, I realized then it was 
really my duty as a citizen to report the ship. In fact, my own idea at the time was 
that this was a Russian ship manned by German scientists, I decided to go to the 
minister of my faith, and tell him about it and ask him what to do next. 

He wasn’t in. Then I drove over to the police station and asked them if they 
had seen the sheriff. The sheriff was out of town on a vacation, they said, but the 
deputy sheriff was at the courthouse. They called him and made an appointment for 
me to meet him there. I went to the courthouse and told the deputy what had happen¬ 
ed that afternoon. 



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The deputy was the first person to hear of my experience. He said, "Let's 
drive out there. " We got into his car and started out. On the way he said, "This 
is quite a coincidence. Did you hear the siren blow at noon today?" 

"Yes, " I said, "I was in my room at the hotel at the time and I thought it 
was a fire. " 

"No, " he said, "Someone called and reported a strange object or ship in the 
sky moving toward Kearney. " 

When we got to the scene of the ship's landing we could see the imprint of 
the four hydraulic rams on the dry bed of the Platte River. Also, toward one end 
of the spot where the ship stood we found some oil on the sand and leaves. It was 
dark green in color, fine in texture and sweet smelling, but where it really came 
from, I do not know. 

I suggested to the deputy that we rope off this area and get some guards out 
there. But he wanted to go back to town and get some of the other officials and see 
what they said. We went back to Kearney and reported to the chief of police about 
my experience and what we had seen. Then the chief wanted to go out there and he 
asked the city attorney to go along. We also picked up a reporter from the local 
newspaper. There were five of us then, on this second trip - and we drove out in 
the police car with the siren going all the way. 

Everybody saw the imprints and the oil in the sand and they all agreed that 
there had been a large object of some kind setting there. The deputy and I stepped 
off the distance between the imprints in the sand and we estimated the ship to be 
100 feet long and 30 feet wide; and I estimated it was about 14 feet high. 

I again asked if they didn't think it a good idea to rope off this area and call 
someone in authority and report the ship. They said it wouldn't be necessary as 
there were five witnesses here and they were convinced that a large ship had landed 
here. 


We gathered some of the greenish oil in a small mustard glass we found on 
the river bank. The chief of police said he would have it tested. We drove back to 
town and they left me off at the Fort Kearney Hotel where I was staying. 

I felt I had done my citizen's duty in reporting the ship and now I was 
through. I sat down in the lobby and was watching T-V when the local program was 
cut off for a special news flash -- 

"SPACESHIPS LAND AT KEARNEY, NEBRASKA" 

This was put on the air without my knowledge or permission. In fact, I had not 
even called the object a spaceship as I did not know what it was. 



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About 30 minutes later the phone began to ring and everybody - reporters, 
photographers, citizens, etc. - wanted more information. The chief of police then 
called me and asked if I would come over and help answer the telephones as he too 
was swamped with calls. I went over to the police station and the chief turned his 
office over to me with two phones. I answered those two phones and the chief took 
calls in the outer office. 


SCHMIDT RECEIVES NATIONAL PUBLICITY! 

This went on for approximately sixteen hours with photographers and news¬ 
men coming in from surrounding cities and even other states. At 9 P. M, the chief 
of police and I appeared on a local radio station. At 10 P« M, we appeared on a 
local T-V station. These programs were released on national networks. 

There was a school bond election that night in Kearney, Some folks said the 
excitement was started to spoil the election. Nevertheless, the bond issue carried. 

So many reporters and other interested folks flocked to the city that there 
was a traffic jam for blocks around the police station. Within the police station 
there was standing room only. The last trip I made to the sight of the landing that 
night was at 3 A. M. Even at that time there were about 30 cars out there and a 
crowd of people milling around. 

The activity continued all night long until between 5 and 6 A. M. , when the 
officials changed their story and suggested that I change mine too. I told them they 
could change their story if they wished, but I wouldn't change my story unless it was 
for the security of the United States. This they couldn't prove, so I stayed with it. 
Then they asked me if I would take a lie-detector test. 

"Not now, " I said, "I've been talking for 16 hours, but I will after I have had 
a few hours rest. " 


SCHMIDT HELD WITHOUT A WARRANT 

By that time I was hoarse from talking; I had been under the photographers' 
lights for about 15 - 16 hours. I told the officials I was going back to my hotel room 
then and go to bed. But the chief of police said I couldn't do this for they were going 
to hold me. 

"For what reason?" I asked. 

They didn't know, they said, but they were just going to hold me, and they did 

So I went to bed in the jail. When I got up a few hours later I asked them if 
they wanted me to take the lie detector test. They said it wasn't necessary. Later 



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I was advised that I was right in refusing to take the test when I was in a state of 
hunger, fatigue and strain. But I will still take the test if the officials of Kearney 
will take it with me. 

About 10 A, M, that morning (November 6) the county attorney brought in two 
oil cans to me and he said they had found some evidence and I might just as well 
change my story. He said the empty can was found within a few feet of where the 
ship was supposed to have stood. The other partly filled can,he said, was of the 
same lot number and was found in the trunk of my car with the can opener beside it, 

I told him he would have to think up a faster one than that. Either he couldn't 
see, or I couldn't see, or all the officials of Kearney couldn't see, or about five or 
six hundred other people who had walked up and down the river bed all afternoon and 
night couldn't see. For the oil can was supposed to have been found just that morn¬ 
ing - within a few feet of where the ship had been standing, I suggested they take the 
fingerprints off the cans they found, but to my knowledge, they did not. 

The cans they showed me had circular holes in them. The can opener I had 
in the car cut a triangular hole. The two cans of oil in question were of the Veedol 
brand. I still have the two cans of oil in my car that I had been carrying with me 
then - one is of the RPM brand and the other Skelly. A local radio announcer told 
me later on that the Veedol Co, had announced that they sold 5000 or more cans of 
oil a day and they wanted the public to know their oil did not smell! Later, I dis¬ 
covered some of the oil had been poured out in the trunk of my car and over my 
laundry. I ask you, what man would leave a half-full can of oil standing in the trunk 
of his car ? 

Although it was reported to me that the two Air Force officials from Colorado 
Springs, Colorado, arrived in Kearney during the night, they did not meet or talk to 
me until about 11 A, M, the following morning. (November 6. ) Then they asked me 
to tell them of my experience and they recorded it on tape. 

While in this session, one of the local officials from Kearney wondered out 
loud how the ship could go straight up. Forgetting himself, one of the Air Force of¬ 
ficials replied, "Oh, we know what makes it go straight up, " 

In the meantime, local officials went back on the air and T-V and denounced 
my experience as a hoax. 

Once I was confined to the jail I was cut off from all phone calls and contacts. 
My employer placed a person-to-person call to me for three days that was never 
completed. 

The next day (November 7) there was talk about having a mental hearing, I 
asked to get to a telephone: I wanted to call my brothers and have them bring one of 
their attorneys. The officials wouldn't permit me to use the phone. 



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"We have good attorneys here in Kearney, " they said. And running through 
the list of attorneys in the 'phone book, "Here's a good fellow. " 

They called him and when he arrived I saw he was the assistant city attorney. 

The first thing he said was, "We don't believe your story, and we want you 
to change it. " 

"Well, I have news for you, " I said, "I don't want you for my attorney. " 

But the next day it was announced in the local paper that I had an attorney of 
my choice. 


SCHMIDT IS TAKEN TO THE MENTAL HOSPITAL 

About 11 o'clock at night then, (November 7), I was called to a meeting of a 
mental hearing board. Members of the board were: 

The chief of police 
The county attorney 
The clerk of the district court 
The deputy sheriff 
A doctor. 

This meeting was held behind locked doors in an upstairs room above the 
fire department. A local radio announcer knew the meeting was to be held and was 
trying to locate it - he inquired all around town until he finally found out from a lo¬ 
cal cop too late to attend the meeting. 

When the doctor arrived he asked me just three questions: 

1. "How do you feel about the people of Kearney, Nebraska?" 

I said I had no hard feelings toward anyone. 

2. "Do you still maintain that you saw that ship?" 

"I certainly do, " 

3. "Are you willing to go to the mental hospital and have some 
mental tests ?" 

"No, " and I further answered that I did not intend to go to 
the hospital and if they insisted on taking me they would have to pay 
the bill. 



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In about 15 minutes I was on the way to the hospital at Hastings, Nebraska, 
accompanied by the chief of police, the county attorney and the deputy sheriff. On 
the way up the fellows kidded me about having pretty nurses and a nice rest. 

"Well, fellows, " I said, "You can have your fun now. I'll have mine later on." 

I was admitted to the hospital that night. 

Before the hearing, however, one of the local officials called my brother at 
Hastings, Nebraska, and another brother in Grand Island and told them I was a sui¬ 
cidal risk, (It was said they had taken my tie, belt and shoe strings out of ray cell. 
The truth of the matter is I wore boots and had no shoe strings and nothing was re¬ 
moved from my room, not even my razor. ) My brothers were told by the officials 
that they had no facilities for holding me and it was suggested they bring an attorney 
and a sheriff and take me to the mental hospital. 

This my brothers refused to do. One of their attorneys put it this way: 

Don't do it, " he said. "I have been following this case all long and it has 
gotten too big for them, and now they would like to wash their hands of Smitty. If 
you get him the responsibility will be yours. And if I know Smitty, he'll get out of 
this okay, " 

Then too, I had had dinner with my brothers and their families just the Sun¬ 
day before and, as one of them said, "They didn't see how anything could happen to 
Smitty that fast. " Although I have not been a permanent resident of Nebraska for 
years, I was born and grew upnear Kenesaw, Nebraska, which is not far from 
Kearney. My four brothers and two sistero are still residents of Nebraska. 

In addition to being a suicidal risk, it was publicized that I smoked mari-’ 
juana. The truth is, I don't smoke, period. 

The officials also contacted my wife to see if she would commit me to the 
mental institution. 

The first morning of my stay at the hospital, at about 10 A. M. , I appeared 
before a panel of approximately 30 doctors and nurses of the staff. I answered some 
general questions for about 20 minutes, and they also invited me to ask questions. 

Then I was excused and I went to the recreation room to watch T-V. A little while 
later the doctor assigned to my case came in and asked me why I was sent to the 
hospital. 

"I don't know, " I said. "It wasn't my idea in the first place. » 

Then he said they would have to give me some tests. And I said I thought 
that was the general idea of my being there. 3o they proceeded with a series of 
tests that continued for almost two weeks* 



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During the second week of my stay I had a test with the encephalogram (a 
machine that records brain waves). Four days later this test was repeated. Then I 
learned that the chart had been so regular they thought something was wrong with 
the machine. 

About the twelfth or thirteenth day I appeared before the panel of the staff 
again. The superintendent of the hospital asked the staff if they had any questions 
to ask me. Only one had a question. 

"What would you say if we kept you here for a year or two and gave you 
treatments ? " 

"I think you doctors are all smarter than that, " I said, "You know I don’t 
need any treatments, " 

That same day my employer from Brawley, California, came to the hospital 
to see me. He had been trying to reach me by phone for three days without success 
so he flew in to see what was going on. Unfortunately for my business activities, 
in the hospital, as in the jail, I was not permitted to make any phone calls. 

Major Wayne Aho, Director of Washington Saucer Intelligence, reported try¬ 
ing to contact me by phone at the hospital and he was informed, "We have to protect 
Reinhold Schmidt from the public, and the public from him, " 

My boss vouched for my sanity and stability and my other employer from 
Los Angeles sent a letter in the form of an affidavit to the hospital vouching for my 
business judgment and honesty. They stated I had bought thousands of dollars of 
grain for them and they never had any occasion to doubt my ability or character. 

1 was released from the hospital that day. 

On the whole, my stay at the hospital was quite pleasant, I had a private 
room and I got along swell with the doctors and nurses, Fxcept for one psychiatrist, 

"I'm going to ask you a series of questions, " he said, "and I want you to ans¬ 
wer with the first thing that comes to your mind, whether it answers the question or 
not. " 


The first question was, "Who was smarter, George Washington or Abraham 
Lincoln ? " 

"I don't know, " I replied. "I wasn't even born then. " 

The next question, "If you weren't a human being, what would you rather be?" 

"I'd rather be a psychiatrist!" 

With that he slammed his book shut. 



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I asked if that was all of the questions. 

"Yes, " he said. "In court our record doesn’t stand up anyway. 11 


SCHMIDT GOES BACK TO WORK 

Back in Kearney I said to my boss, "Well, do I still have a job?" 

"You certainly do, " he said. "I made a little investigation here in Kearney 
myself for three days before I came to the hospital and all the people I talked to 
were behind you. " 

So he suggested we put an ad in the local paper stating I was back in Kearney 
buying grain again. The ad ran as follows: 

ATTENTION 

MILO AND CORN GROWERS 
That crazy grain buyer from California is still around 
and would like to bid on your grain. W ill pick it up at 
your farm in twenty ton trucks. 

Call me at the Fort Kearney Hotel. 

Reinhold O. Schmidt, Brawley, California 

The paper came out that afternoon, and by evening I had a stream of phone 
calls from farmers offering to sell their grain to me. If I could have managed the 
transportation of it I could have bought thousands of tons of grain that night. 


SCHMIDT IS CONTACTED AGAIN! -- 
THE "VISITORS" MAKE GOOD THEIR WORD! 

I bought grain around Kearney for three months after that and, on February 5, 
I was looking over a field about 20 miles west of Kearney near Elm Creek. 

I was driving along a country road about 50 miles per hour when suddenly my 
car stopped with a breaking effect. (I was driving the same car as before - a 1955 
Buick Super. ) The same ship hovered down beside me inside the fence of a meadow! 
I thought to myself, "Well, here it goes again!" 

I got out of the car and was walking toward the fence when another car drove 
by with a man and a woman and a little child in it, I waved at them to stop, hoping 
to have some witnesses, but they hurried by even though they looked right at me, I 
don't know whether they saw the ship or not. By the time I climbed the fence, the 
door of the ship slid open and the same man who talked to me on the first contact 
asked me if I would do them a favor. 



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I told them I would be glad to if it was at all possible. Then they invited me 
into the ship and asked me if I would care to take a little ride as it would cause too 
much commotion for them to remain beside the road. 

The ship rose straight up into the air and when approximately 150 to 200 feet 
up the man turned to me and said, "If any of your friends are watching you now, they 
will not be able to see you, " 

But I could still see the entire countryside, I asked them while in flight what 
propelled their ship - what kind of gas did they use, 

"We get our power from the sun and from the earth, " I was told. 

Inside the ship it was like sitting in your living room, as far as senaation was 
concerned, there simply wasn't any, either in flight or in the ascent or descent. 

The ship landed on the dry river bed again among the leaves. Incidentally, 
both times the ship landed on what is called accretion land - this is land that cannot 
be sold or owned privately, only leased by the owner of the adjoining land. At one 
time this land was part of the river bottom covered by water. Then the river chan¬ 
nel was deepened and narrowed by man, and this part of the river bed grew up in 
grass and brush and trees, 1 have since wondered if they purposely chose this land 
so that they would not be trespassing on private property. Also, it may be interest¬ 
ing to note that Kearney is located on Highway 30, in the middle of the United States 
from east to west. At a point just outside of Kearney it is 1733 miles to San Fran¬ 
cisco and 1733 miles to Boston. 


THE VISITORS ASK THREE VITAL QUESTIONS 

The favor they wanted of me was the answers to three questions: 

1. What would the United States do if other planets were to set off 
atomic bombs and to start Sputniks and other satellites flying 
around which would affect the earth and interrupt its radio and 
T-V operations and other devices ? 

2. What was the plane carrying that disintegrated over the Pacific 
on the way from San Francisco to Honolulu besides passengers ? 

3. How would your people react if a fleet of these ships would land 
on a friendly mission? Would they accept us on friendly terms ? 

I promised to try to get the answers,and if they would give me their address, 
I said, I would gladly forward this information to them. 

The spokesman smiled and said, "We will contact you again. " 



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Then I asked, "How did you know I was on this road, or do you pick up just 
anybody ? " 


"No, " he answered, and then he said, "Your people have fingerprints for 
identification; we have your brain impulses and can pick you up at any time. " 

Then I suggested I might be in California by the time I got the answers for 

them. 


"That doesn't make any difference, " he said. "We can pick you up any place, 
any time. " 

And when I left the ship they said, "Goodbye, we will see you again. " 

Although they asked me no questions the first time we met, they seemed to 
know all about me, and this second time they greeted me by my first name. Reinhold, 
I told them about all the trouble I had for reporting their first visit. 

"Yes, we knew about it, " I was told, " and we were standing by. If they hadn't 
released you frons the hospital by a certain time we would have put on a mass demon¬ 
stration over Kearney and made ourselves known. " 

When we were back to my car and I was about to leave they said, "We have 
stopped your car twice now, and if we stop it a third time your battery will be dead, " 

Both times my battery boiled dry. I have a twelve-volt battery with a three- 
year guarantee. It is now a little over a year old. The black top coating of this 
battery has holes blown in it from the excess pressure when they stopped the car. 

The second time one of the filler knobs of the battery was blown off and lost. 


SCHMIDT LEARNS FROM EXPERIENCE 

This time I said nothing about my experience to anyone in Kearney. Instead, 
that night I tried to call Major Wayne Aho, of Washington Saucer Intelligence, in 
Washington, D. C. Major Aho and I had some telephone conversations and corres¬ 
pondence as a result of my first contact. He was out of town, I reached him a few 
days later, however, in Detroit, He was on a mid-west lecture tour at the time, and 
we arranged to meet in Davenport, Iowa, on February 17. I told of my experience 
at a public meeting for the first time the next night. I joined Major Aho then in his 
tour of the middlewest and east. 


SPACESHIPS PUT ON EXTRAVAGANZA! 


Two lectures were given in Kearney, Nebraska, on Wednesday and Thursday 
nights, March 5 and 6 - and I want to tell you what happened the evening of the first 



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lecture in Kearney - the space ships put on a regular show for 50 minutes in the 
western sky! 

Shortly before 6:30 P, M., the evening of March 5, a local radio commenta¬ 
tor with whom we had visited that afternoon called our hotel room. 

"Don't quote me, " he said, "but there is something in the western sky above 
the sun." 

We looked out of our west window and there above the setting sun we could 
see what appeared to be a large white star. But that was neither the time nor place 
for such a star! Then, about 6 or 7 minutes later another object appeared to the 
left of the "star," It was round and dark, but soon an orange glow appeared at the 
bottom, which became brighter as we watched. Then this object moved and dipped 
and showed a dome-like structure. Later, the orange color faded and changed to 
red, which became quite brilliant before fading out until the entire object became 
invisible - as a light fading out under rheostatic control. 

A few minutes later the white object changed to an orange color - then blue - 
and then gradually faded from sight. 

Needless to say, all four of us on the lecture team were excited and thrilled 
with this display and support of our activities there in Kearney. 

Looking at the western sky again one of the group called, "Here comes a jet 
from the right, " A moment or two later, however, there was neither an object nor 
vapor trail to be seen. And then another "jet" appeared on the left side of the western 
sky. This time, however, we watched, and we soon realized the gray object was not 
a jet. Looking more closely we could see it was cigar-shaped with a blinking red 
light in its nose, and instead of a vapor trail it had a bushy tail of scintilating light 
that moved along with it. 

This object moved across the western sky from left to right and disappeared 
in the distance at 7:19 P, M. - just giving us time enough to get off for the lecture 
scheduled for 7:45, 

A traveling salesman who came to the lecture that night later told us he had 
seen part of the display coming into the hotel that evening. In the dining room of the 
hotel he reported the "show" had been the main topic of conversation. 

"Well, they're having a lecture on spaceships tonight, " the man sharing his 
table remarked. "Wouldn't you know they would have some kind of a gimmick. " 

"That would be a good trick, " the salesman replied, "but how in the world 
did they get them so high?" 

It was reported to us that the manager of the hotel where we were staying 
called the Lowry Air Force Base in Colorado and was informed, "It was a balloon, " 



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AND IN CONCLUSION -- 

The remark is often made, "How come there are no witnesses to a space 
ship landing ? " 

I don't know that I can answer that fully, but in the case of my experience of 
November 5, I understand there may be a number of witnesses for there were hunt¬ 
ers and construction workers in the vicinity. In fact, a local radio announcer in 
Kearney allegedly has a tape recording of two business men in Kearney who testi¬ 
fied that they heard a series of sounds while pheasant hunting the afternoon of my 
contact, that they believed came from the ship. This same announcer checked with 
the Lowry Air Force Base and learned that they had no aircraft aloft the afternoon 
of November 5 between 1 and 6 P, M, due to the low ceiling and hazardous flying 
conditions. 

Also, many folks are wondering why the occupants of the ship spoke German. 
Again, I don't really know. But oddly enough, when my boss came to Kearney to 
see me after my release from the hospital he had with him a business associate 
from Mexico - a man who was very much interested in my experience. After I fin¬ 
ished telling him about it he told me that he had encountered a similar ship in 
Mexico! It,too, was occupied by four men and two women - only they talked in 
Spanish! You will have to draw your own conclusions. 

Another thing I am often asked is, "Did you ever read any books on flying 
saucers before your experience, or were you interested in the subject?" 

I had heard something about flying saucers as everyone has over the years, 
from reports in newspapers, etc. But I had never paid any particular attention to 
the subject. As I have often said, "I didn't believe, I didn't disbelieve; but they 
certainly made a believer out of me!" As to books, I hadn't read any on the subject 
before my experience, and I haven't read any since either. 

Now I'm going to conclude my report as of April 5, 1958, when I received 
some information from NICAP (National Investigations Committee for Aerial Pheno¬ 
mena) regarding one of the questions the Visitors asked me, (What was the plane 
carrying that went down, besides passengers ?) NICAP sent me copies of two rele¬ 
vant newspaper articles which I am copying for your information. The first is a 
story from the Des Moines Register , dated November 9, 1957. 

"A large Stratocruiser, en route between San Francisco and Honolulu, 
is reported missing after having sighted mysterious blinking lights in 
the sky early this morning. The last position given by the plane was 
about 900-1000 miles northeast of Honolulu, A military transport 
flying near the area reported sighting similar mystery lights, blinking 
off and on, 120 miles north of the last reported position of the Strato¬ 
cruiser after it had been reported missing, A full scale sea and air 
search is in operation with vain efforts to find the plane carrying a 



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crew of 4 and 36 passengers in the event it might have plunged into 
the sea. " 

(Note: Later reports said 44 aboard. ) 

Was there a suggestion that spaceships (mysterious blinking lights) might 
have caused the accident, I wondered, and was that why my spaceship friends wanted 
me to find out what else that ship was carrying besides passengers? 

Then another news clipping, an AP article published January 16, 1958, in the 
Omaha W orld Herald, gave the following information: 

"Radio-Active Cargo Fell -- Mystery of Plane’s Crash Unsolved . 

San Francisco, Cal. (AP) -- The Pan American Strato-cruiser 
Romance of the Skies was carrying shipments of chemicals and 
•radio-active’ materials when it crashed in the Pacific, killing all 
44 persons aboard, a Civil Aeronautics Board hearing was told Wed¬ 
nesday. 

"The huge airliner, bound from San Francisco to Honolulu, myster¬ 
iously plunged into the ocean about midway between the two points last 
November 8. Only 19 bodies were recovered. 

"The first witness before the seven-man hearing panel was David L. 

Thompson, Santa Monica, Cal., head of the team of CAB investi¬ 
gators who have spent the last two months seeking clues from the 
wreckage. 

"Mr, Thompson said one thing certain was that the plane had burned 
after it struck water. 

"Mr. Thompson said the plane carried a shipment of 'yellow label 
sodium sulfide restricted cargo packed in accordance with ICC regu¬ 
lations. ' 

In addition, he said, there was ’White label radio-active material' 
aboard the plane. 

"Mr. Thompson offered no solution to one of the prime mysteries of 
the tragedy - the riddle of why the crewmen were unable to send a 
distress message in the 23 minutes from the time it last gave a posi¬ 
tion to the time it struck water, " 

I cannot say that this information is the complete answer to their question, 
nevertheless, it gives us something to think about, and I wonder if that wasn't the 
real purpose of their questions anyway. As to the other two questions, that is some¬ 
thing for each of us to answer for ourselves too. 

As a friend of mine says, "A good teacher asks the students questions to make 
them think. " 



And from the Editor 


Reinhold Schmidt is often asked, "Do you think your meeting with 
the space ship was an accident or planned by the Visitors?" 

Schmidt thinks the first meeting was an accident. 

Others do not agree. If not an accident, then why did they choose 
him, many want to know. 

Schmidt does not pretend to have the answer. 

But again, others have ideas. Here are some reasons that have 
been presented to the Editor as to why Mr. Schmidt may have been chosen 
as a "contactee" by the Visitors: 

He has a commanding physique. 

His hands tell a story of a soul that has found a kind of peace. 

The way he puts it over. 

He is a friend of every man - farmers, etc. 

He is a representative of midwestern America. 

He has physical health. 

He has courage. 

He has a "spiritual withinness. " 

He has a sense of humor, a sense of kindness and a sense of 
loyalty. 

******* 

Grateful acknowledgement is given to Mrs. Franky G, Miller, of the 
Spacecraft Research Association of Phoenix, Arizona, for the printing of 

this booklet. 

(Printed May, 1958) 



And from the Editor -- 




AV; XI* 


Reinhold Schmidt is often asked, "Do you think your meeting with 
the space ship was an accident or planned by the Visitors ?" 

Schmidt thinks the first meeting was an accident. 

Others do not agree. If not an accident, then why did they choose 
him, many want to know, 

Schmidt does not pretend to have the answer. 

But again, others have ideas. Here are some reasons that have 
been presented to the Editor as to why Mr. Schmidt may have been chosen 
as a "contactee" by the Visitors: 


He has a commanding physique. 

His hands tell a story of a soul that has found a kind of peace. 
The way he puts it over. 

He is a friend of every man - farmers, etc, 

He is a representative of midwestern America. 

He has physical health. 

He has courage. 

He has a "spiritual withinness. " 

He has a sense of humor, a sense of kindness and a sense of 
loyalty. 

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Grateful acknowledgement is given to Mrs. Franky G. Miller, of the 
Spacecraft Research Association of Phoenix, Arizona, for the printing of 

this booklet. 

(Printed May, 1958) 

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